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PREFACE
The date at which the following events are assumed to have occurred may be set down as between 1840 and 1850； when the old watering place herein called “Budmouth” still retained sufficient afterglow from its Georgian gaiety and prestige to lend it an absorbing attractiveness to the romantic and imaginative soul of a lonely dweller inland。
Under the general name of “Egdon Heath；” which has been given to the sombre scene of the story； are united or typified heaths of various real names； to the number of at least a dozen； these being virtually one in character and aspect； though their original unity； or partial unity； is now somewhat disguised by intrusive strips and slices brought under the plough with varying degrees of success； or planted to woodland。
It is pleasant to dream that some spot in the extensive tract whose southwestern quarter is here described； may be the heath of that traditionary King of Wessex—Lear。
July； 1895。
“To sorrow
I bade good morrow；
And thought to leave her far away behind；
But cheerly； cheerly；
She loves me dearly；
She is so constant to me； and so kind。
I would deceive her；
And so leave her；
But ah！ she is so constant and so kind。”
BOOK ONE
THE THREE WOMEN
1 … A Face on Which Time Makes but Little Impression
A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight； and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment。 Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor。
The heaven being spread with this pallid screen and the earth with the darkest vegetation； their meeting…line at the horizon was clearly marked。 In such contrast the heath wore the appearance of an instalment of night which had taken up its place before its astronomical hour was e： darkness had to a great extent arrived hereon； while day stood distinct in the sky。 Looking upwards； a furze…cutter would have been inclined to continue work； looking down； he would have decided to finish his faggot and go home。 The distant rims of the world and of the firmament seemed to be a division in time no less than a division in matter。 The face of the heath by its mere plexion added half an hour to evening； it could in like manner retard the dawn； sadden noon； anticipate the frowning of storms scarcely generated； and intensify the opacity of a moonless midnight to a cause of shaking and dread。
In fact； precisely at this transitional point of its nightly roll into darkness the great and particular glory of the Egdon waste began； and nobody could be said to understand the heath who had not been there at such a time。 It could best be felt when it could not clearly be seen； its plete effect and explanation lying in this and the succeeding hours before the next dawn； then； and only then； did it tell its true tale。 The spot was； indeed； a near relation of night； and when night showed itself an apparent tendency to gravitate together could be perceived in its shades and the scene。 The sombre stretch of rounds and hollows seemed to rise and meet the evening gloom in pure sympathy； the heath exhaling darkness as rapidly as the heavens precipitated it。 And so the obscurity in the air and the obscurity in the land closed together in a black fraternization towards which each advanced halfway。
The place became full of a watchful intentness now； for when other things sank blooding to sleep the heath appeared slowly to awake and listen。 Every night its Titanic form seemed to await something； but it had waited thus； unmoved； during so many centuries； through the crises of so many things； that it could only be imagined to await one last crisis—the final overthrow。
It was a spot which returned upon the memory of those who loved it with an aspect of peculiar and kindly congruity。 Smiling champaigns of flowers and fruit hardly do this； for they are permanently harmonious only with an existence of better reputation as to its issues than the present。 Twilight bined with the scenery of Egdon Heath to evolve a thing majestic without severity； impressive without showiness； emphatic in its admonitions； grand in its simplicity。 The qualifications which frequently invest the facade of a prison with far more dignity than is found in the facade of a palace double its size lent to this heath a sublimity in which spots renowned for beauty of the accepted kind are utterly wanting。 Fair prospects wed happily with fair times； but alas； if times be not fair！ Men have oftener suffered from； the mockery of a place too smiling for their reason than from the oppression of surroundings oversadly tinged。 Haggard Egdon appealed to a subtler and scarcer instinct； to a more recently learnt emotion； than that which responds to the sort of beauty called charming and fair。
Indeed； it is a question if the exclusive reign of this orthodox beauty is not approaching its last quarter。 The new Vale of Tempe may be a gaunt waste in Thule； human souls may find themselves in closer and closer harmony with external things wearing a sombreness distasteful to our race when it was young。 The time seems near； if it has not actually arrived； when the chastened sublimity of a moor； a sea； or a mountain will be all of nature that is absolutely in keeping with the moods of the more thinking among mankind。 And ultimately； to the monest tourist； spots like Iceland may bee what the vineyards and myrtle gardens of South Europe are to him now； and Heidelberg and Baden be passed unheeded as he hastens from the Alps to the sand dunes of Scheveningen。
The most thoroughgoing ascetic could feel that he had a natural right to wander on Egdon—he was keeping within the line of legitimate indulgence when he laid himself open to influences such as these。 Colours and beauties so far subdued were； at least； the birthright of all。 Only in summer days of highest feather did its mood touch the level of gaiety。 Intensity was more usually reached by way of the solemn than by way of the brilliant； and such a sort of intensity was often arrived at during winter darkness； tempests； and mists。 Then Egdon was aroused to reciprocity； for the storm was its lover； and the wind its friend。 Then it became the home of strange phantoms； and it was found to be the hitherto unrecognized original of those wild regions of obscurity which are vaguely felt to be passing us about in midnight dreams of flight and disaster； and are never thought of after the dream till revived by scenes like this。
It was at present a place perfectly accordant with man’s nature—neither ghastly； hateful； nor ugly； neither monplace； unmeaning； nor tame； but； like man； slighted and enduring； and withal singularly colossal and mysterious in its swarthy monotony。 As with some persons who have long lived apart； solitude seemed to look out of its countenance。 It had a lonely face； suggesting tragical possibilities。
This obscure； obsolete； superseded country figures in Domesday。 Its condition is recorded therein as that of heathy； furzy； briary wilderness—“Bruaria。” Then follows the length and breadth in leagues； and； though some uncertainty exists as to the exact extent of this ancient lineal measure； it appears from the figures that the area of Egdon down to the present day has but little diminished。 “Turbaria Bruaria”—the right of cutting heath…turf—occurs in charters relating to the district。 “Overgrown with heth and mosse；” says Leland of the same dark sweep of country。
Here at least were intelligible facts regarding landscape—far…reaching proofs productive of genuine satisfaction。 The untameable； Ishmaelitish thing that Egdon now was it always had been。 Civilization was its enemy； and ever since the beginning of vegetation its soil had worn the same antique brown dress； the natural and invariable garment of the particular formation。 In its venerable one coat lay a certain vein of satire on human vanity in clothes。 A person on a heath in raiment of modern cut and colours has more or less an anomalous look。 We seem to want the oldest and simplest human clothing where the clothing of the earth is so primitive。
To recline on a stump of thorn in the central valley of Egdon； between afternoon and night； as now； where the eye could reach nothing of the world outside the summits and shoulders of heathland which filled the whole circumference of its glance； and to know that everything around and underneath had been from prehistoric times as unaltered as the stars overhead； gave ballast to the mind adrift on change； and harassed by the irrepressible New。 The great inviolate place had an ancient permanence which the sea cannot claim。 Who can say of a particular sea that it is old？ Distilled by the sun； kneaded by the moon； it is renewed in a year； in a day； or in an hour。 The sea changed； the fields changed； the rivers； the villages； and the people changed； yet Egdon remained。 Those surfaces were neither so steep as to be destructible by weather； nor so flat as to be the victims of floods and deposits。 With the exception of an aged highway； and a still more aged barrow presently to be referred to—themselves almost crystallized to natural products by long continuance—even the trifling irregularities were not caused by pickaxe； plough； or spade； but remained as the very finger…touches of the last geological change。
The above…mentioned highway traversed the lower levels of the heath； from one horizon to another。 In many portions of its course it overlaid an old vicinal way； which branched from the great Western road of the Romans； the Via Iceniana； or Ikenild Street； hard by。 On the evening under consideration it would have been noticed that； though the gloom had increased sufficiently to confuse the minor features of the heath； the white surface of the road remained almost as clear as ever。
2 … Humanity Appears upon the Scene； Hand in Hand with Trouble
Along the road walked an old man。 He was white…headed as a mountain； bowed in the shoulders； and faded in general aspect。 He wore a glazed hat； an ancient boat…cloak； and shoes； his brass buttons bearing an anchor upon their face。 In his hand was a silver…headed walking stick； which he used as a veritable third leg； perseveringly dotting the ground with its point at every few inches’ interval。 One would have said that he had been； in his day； a naval officer of some sort or other。
Before him stretched the long； laborious road； dry； empty； and white。 It was quite open to the heath on each side； and bisected that vast dark surface like the parting…line on a head of black hair； diminishing and bending away on the furthest horizon。
The old man frequently stretched his eyes ahead to gaze over the tract that he had yet to traverse。 At length he discerned； a long distance in front of him； a moving spot； which appeared to be a vehicle； and it proved to be going the same way as that in which he himself was journeying。 It was the single atom of life that the scene contained； and it only served to render the general loneliness more evident。 Its rate of advance was slow； and the old man gained upon it sensibly。
When he drew nearer he perceived it to be a spring van； ordinary in shape； but singular in colour； this being a lurid red。 The driver walked beside it； and； like his van； he was pletely red。 One dye of that tincture covered his clothes； the cap upon his head； his boots； his face； and his hands。 He was not temporarily overlaid with the colour； it permeated him。
The old man knew the meaning of this。 The traveller with the cart was a reddleman—a person whose vocation it was to supply farmers with redding for their sheep。 He was one of a class rapidly being extinct in Wessex； filling at present in the rural world the place which； during the last century； the dodo occupied in the world of animals。 He is a curious； interesting； and nearly perished link between obsolete forms of life and those which generally prevail。
The decayed officer； by degrees； came up alongside his fellow…wayfarer； and wished him good evening。 The reddleman turned his head； and replied in sad and occupied tones。 He was young； and his face； if not exactly handsome； approached so near to handsome that nobody would have contradicted an assertion that it really was so in its natural colour。 His eye； which glared so strangely through his stain； was in itself attractive—keen as that of a bird of prey； and blue as autumn mist。 He had neither whisker nor moustache； which allowed the soft curves of the lower part of his face to be apparent。 His lips were thin； and though； as it seemed； pressed by thought； there was a pleasant twitch at their corners now and then。 He was clothed throughout in a tight…fitting suit of corduroy； excellent in quality； not much worn； and well…chosen for its purpose； but deprived of its original colour by his trade。 It showed to advantage the good shape of his figure。 A certain well…to…do air about the man suggested that he was not poor for his degree。 The natural query of an observer would have been； Why should such a promising being as this have hidden his prepossessing exterior by adopting that singular occupation？
After replying to the old man’s greeting he showed no inclination